Father. Brother. Friend.

A clever line,

a pause that allows for an ever-growing smirk,

then an eruption of crackling laughter:

                             Victor.

A stone foundation

on which hundreds have built

the steadiest of friendships.

Guiding, gentle hands,

working hands now holding those

of a prankster with a tender heart

of a precious father

of our dear Lord.

A creator of bridges

and welder of bonds.

Unique connections meticulously constructed

over a lifetime.
 

A fighter till his very last breath,

and a light in the minds and hearts

of all who knew him.

Although the struggle is finished,

his light still shines in the eyes

of his beloved. 
 

The world goes on.

Even when it feels it should end.

The world goes on.

Just as the pain of remembrance sinks in.

The world goes on,

and you go on with it

if only for the sake of those around you.

Thw world goes on,

for he is Home.